2017 Works

Consolation Prize

February 7, 2017

I don’t mean to be an ingrate
But the voice in the pit of my stomach…inconsolable
It’s a curse
It’s a blessing
House full of laughter
Your friends every night
Each a fragment of you
And you gone
On the trip of a lifetime
Me hating what we’ve become
Losers at this lottery
Winners of a one-way ticket
Our nest emptied
Of all it’s hands
Now brimming with
Condolence cards.

Xibalba

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